Seven Random Facts
Lovely Roisin (whose blog you should totally be reading, by the way) nominated me for a Beautiful Blogger Award last week, and because there’s apparently no limit to the trivia I can divulge about myself on the Internet, I am dutifully following the instructions to share seven little-known facts about myself. You are welcome, Internet!
I haven’t seen my toenails without red nail polish for about ten years now.
OK, that’s a lie. Sometimes I wear pink nail polish. And obviously I have to remove it in order to, er, replace it. And to treat my nails with that stuff that stops them turning yellow from all the polish. But in general, I always, always, have to have my toenails painted. I feel naked without it. It’s making me feel weird just thinking about it… (Yes, I know it’s bad for my nails. I will give them a break soon. Probably.)
When Terry was ill, I used to read the last chapter of ever new book I acquired first, to make sure no one died in it.
You already know this if you’ve read my Bucket List, but I don’t handle death well, and when Terry was ill, I handled it even less well than the not-even-remotely-well way that I handle it now. I couldn’t watch movies or read books in which people died, or they would reduce me to a hysterical, sobbing mess, and I wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of the week. I couldn’t even THINK about Bambi’s mother without almost having to be sedated. I read a lot of Chick Lit during this period. Also a lot of Enid Blyton.
Every single night in life, without exception, I jolt awake approximately one hour after falling asleep, absolutely convinced that I have forgotten to do something REALLY important.
I have no idea what this mysterious “thing” is. Since I started my Invisalign treatment, I often think it’s that I’ve forgotten to put in my retainers, but I mean, come on: even I wouldn’t freak out over that, and I have the ability to freak out over just about anything. And this isn’t just a mild feeling of, “Hmm, there’s something I’ve forgotten, what could it be?” I quite literally wake with a heart-stopping JOLT and think “OMFG I HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT… THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!”
I have a grand total of four scars.
Every single one of them is on my face. Lucky me!
As a child, I was a member of the Famous Five Fan Club
Actually, unless my parents cancelled that, I probably still am. You’re not even remotely surprised by this, are you?
Despite not being even remotely athletic, I was in my primary school’s running, netball and swimming teams.
The running and netball I was reasonably good at. I made the swimming team purely because they needed five people, and only five people turned up. I could barely even swim at the time, so naturally the rest of the team hated me.
I had weekly riding lessons as a child. I would get so excited/nervous about this that every single week I would almost throw up en-route to the stables.
This continued for YEARS, until one week when I actually DID throw up on the way to my weekly riding lesson and my dad told me that unless “the whole throwing-up thing” stopped, there would be no more riding lessons in my future. After that, I was fine with the riding lessons, but to this day, I still manage to ruin the run-up to almost any exciting event by convincing myself I’m going to throw up out of sheer excitement/nerves.
And there you have it, folks: seven random things you didn’t know (and probably didn’t actually WANT to know) about me. I’m now supposed to tag other bloggers to do this, but as I’m reasonably confident that no one will actually read this post, I’m not going to do that and, instead, if you DID read it, you can consider yourself tagged!